Books by Janice
- Written and illustrated by Janice Lynch Schuster, What Are Mothers For? is the first in a series about the people we love and live with. In Mothers, the brief story follows the milestones in our lives, from the first day of school to our first heartbreak, and from learning to cook to learning to let go. Twenty percent of proceeds are donated to Reading Partners Baltimore, whose mission helps struggling readers know and achieve the joy of reading.
- Janice displays her artwork on Handmade from Amazon. Work inspired by poetry, music, and experiences of beauty. Commissions taken for drawings and notecards, too. See her Etsy Shop
- Practical advice and down-to-earth comfort for people facing life’s end and their loved ones. Handbook for Mortals
- Poetry about aging, love, family and boxing. Saturday at the Gym
Category Archives: Poetry
My poem, What the Poor Do, in The New Verse News.
I have evidence of a woman who loved me so completely, traces of her linger in cells that line my cheek and ear. All the years together we traveled, miles ribboning behind us as if we might outlast it all. … Continue reading
Our mothers walk naked through Abjua, as if flesh that made us could rescue us. Someone must be watching. Our fathers, armed with love and bows come for us, too. They know this Sambisa forest, snakes as lethal as these … Continue reading
We bury our children whole. All the tools and love In our hands spun out Of our control, destroyed What we meant to flourish. There is no going back From this pile of rocks And dirt under which bright Lives … Continue reading
I no longer remember why I hated My mother, such strong words For pass-a-day disputes. She was a girl Herself, and I, hers. What she knew Of love and safety, to me, a long list Of should-nots built on her … Continue reading
Your replicating cells divide my life. Books warns I may not love you at first, but how not love this ordinary magic cells wild with separate lives? Though you trespass here, I welcome you. I succumbed to whims that vanished … Continue reading
We had gone as far as the road Could take us. We’d come to other forks, Made up our minds, made do. This place, though, we gave up Our fancy machines and traveled On by foot. Sometimes, we still laughed, … Continue reading
My heart surrendered. Too many years beating for the wrong Reasons–sure, got the blood going Where it needed to be, kept the brain On top of itself, all the billion cells Cavorting in the dance of division. But in all … Continue reading